Red Heaven

There are whispers in the night
About you, about me .
And I see myself dissipating,
My skin turning to mist.

Your arm over me like dew
Wet and warm,
But it can't hold me.

Creeping steps approach,
Two cold hands to lead me:
Out and Out.
Through and Through.

Gardens and paradise
If I'm right.
Fire and Flames
If we're wrong.

A suitcase full of bones,
And Questions.
Books of thoughts and poetry,
Longings of a legacy
Put together to remind you ,
"Who Are You?"

I left you there to wonder,
Until the day cold hands lead your way
If You were right,
Or we were wrong.
If I was right,
And we were wrong.

If we were right about everything
All along.

-Noemi Garcia Rigsby